Novel & Cerita Cherry Blossom Depression Glass

Soft, somber music played in the background, adding to the melancholic atmosphere. In the center of the grand hall, a beautifully carved mahogany casket rested on an elevated platform, adorned with an array of white lilies and roses, Klara’s favorite flowers. The delicate fragrance filled the air, offering a bittersweet reminder of her presence. A large portrait of Klara stood beside the casket, capturing her serene and graceful demeanor, a stark contrast to the current sorrowful setting.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

I could already feel the victory in my veins. With shaky steps, Cherry grabs a vase that was displayed in Stephano's shelf, then turns to glare at me maliciously. "That's an antique vase. it's insanely expensive, are you sure you want to be messy with that?" I asked her quizzically. "Who said I give a fuck about it's price when it wouldn't matter soon enough?" she asked rhetorically. A bang resonated in my ear, followed by a shattering of marble pieces. The sharp pain I felt in my forehead makes me realize that the vase Cherry held earlier has now collided with my forehead.

Jane, meanwhile, turned the corner of the corridor and disappeared from sight. Sakura, oblivious to her disappearing friend, placed her hand against the glass window as she gazed out. There were cherry blossom trees about the small garden, surrounding a small pond. There were also wooden outdoor benches and chairs to enjoy the wonderful atmosphere. As the gentle breeze danced outside, petals of cherry blossoms rained down across the garden, and Sakura wished she could be out there, breathing in the beautiful air and basking in the wonderful spring day. Suddenly, she felt her heart skip, and once again, the images of Sebastian and Darcy came into her mind.

Dried black rose petals are scattered across the floor. One piece shows Ashton’s eyes—wet with tears. Another shows a shadowy version of my bed, rumpled sheets like the last time we were together, with a figure curled up in the corner. There’s a gift box, still wrapped, with “To my love” on the tag. These are the Visions of Regret. In the center: a floor-length mirror, angled up toward the mirrored ceiling. The second section has eighteen pieces. A white Gerbera daisy on a yellow background is displayed at the top—its petals falling like rain. Again, each piece features petals. The bottom of the space holds vases overflowing with them.

Things here spelt modern and had the sleek fresh scent of being so fragile that you were scared to touch it. Turning my eyes back to the shop, I surveyed the small shelves, the variety of flowers all taken from the gardens spaning the grounds. The surrounding enclosure was made of glass including the door giving view to the inside of the shop from any angle. At the counter, there was a glass case that held different vases, all of different sizes, colour and designs. My eyes narrowed on one that seemed to be made completely of gold and I moved closer inspecting it. “Like what you see?”

Alice rubbed her cheeks wondering if they were still red. There was an undertone of excitement in the air surrounding her. The plastic cherry blossom tree, with its pretty pink flowers, was looming above them, and for a brief moment, Alice wondered exactly how much paper would have been wasted for making this tree. It wasn't the most appropriate thought for the situation she was in, after all, she had just been kissed.

She eventually got a hold of it before walking back to her seat. She unscrewed the cork, hearing a satisfying pop before pouring herself a glass of Arbor Mist Blackberry Merlot. She took a sip as she looked towards the blinds. Tilting her head to the side, she rolled her seat towards the windows and carefully pulled the blinds up, revealing Manhattan below her.

The mere thought of seeing her smile causes me to smile as I pointed at the rose glass on the display table. The glass is in a shape of a U-shaped cup turned upside down with a glass lid covering it below. A single red rose flower stood in air, held in place by some invisible forces, a bright lighting on the inside, casting brilliant bright lights over the little rose flower along with a few drops of snow dancing around it. It was beautiful and perfect.

“Yes, is it a…sorry, I don’t know much about it. And if you don’t want to explain, tell me I’m asking too much.“ “Don’t worry, it’s fine. Yeah. It's a sakura tree, the Japanese cherry blossom. “ “Oh, yes, Now I see better“ I look closer and realize I’ve leaned forward. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” “No , you can come and see it better. “ I put my glass on the tiles and approach carefully. I sit on the rim of the bathtub and he sits straighter. The water drops trickle down his muscles, and my eyes follow them, then move to the ink.